She moans in response, half a sob, half a plea, and I feel her fully sink onto me, her body accepting all of me, tight, burning and perfect.
I stay still for a beat, letting her adjust, my fingers returning to her clit. Gentle strokes. Just enough to send her spiraling again.
"Tell me if I need to stop," I murmur. "But if not... I'll continue."
And gods, I want her to tell me to go on. Because I'm not sure how long I'll last if she keeps clenching around me like this.
"It's… it's a lot. Burning and stretching," she whispers. "But don't… don't stop."
I stay buried deep inside her, unmoving, letting her feel the stretch and fullness. My fingers, though, they never stop. They draw tight, purposeful circles over her clit, slow at first, then quicker, more insistent. I know the rhythm she responds to. I've already mapped the landscape of her body last night, and now I play it with discipline.
Sage trembles in my lap, breath coming faster. Her thighs twitch. Her hands grip tighter on the car door and headrest. Every muscle in her body winds taut, caught in that fragile space between restraint and surrender.
"That's it," I murmur, my mouth brushing her temple. "Let it happen. Let me feel you come undone."
She lets out a small, choked sound—half-gasp, half-moan—and then it hits. Her orgasm crashes through her in a long, exquisite shudder. She arches, her body clenching around me with pulse after pulse, tight enough to make my vision blur.
The sound she makes, thatdamnedsound, is all breath and rawness, pleasure blooming from something deeper.
From the front, Kayden groans. Then the car veers slightly to the right.
"What the hell," I mutter, tightening my grip on Sage's waist to steady her as she pants through the aftershocks.
Kayden's knuckles are white on the steering wheel. He growls, "We're detouring. If I keep driving with that soundtrack in the back, I'll explode. Literally and figuratively."
He pulls off the road, gravel crunching under the tires, and rolls into a desolate parking lot beside a stretch of untamed woods. No one in sight. Just trees, wind, and us.
The engine dies. Silence stretches.
Still buried inside her, I lean forward and murmur into Sage's ear, "You all right?"
She exhales, breathless but smiling. "More than all right."
I slowly ease out of her, careful, deliberate, and even that has its own kind of power. She gasps softly, the movements as intense as entry, her body still quivering in the aftermath. I slide her leggings back up, smoothing them down, though every part of me wants to rip them off again in the next five seconds.
She turns in my lap, her face flushed, eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she climbs off, opens the door, and steps out barefoot onto the pine-laced ground.
With a wicked little smile, she tosses a glance over her shoulder. "You can have me…" She pauses, winks, "…but only if you catch me."
And then she bolts into the forest. A blur of long legs, swirling skirt, and laughter.
Kayden's door flies open before mine. "Oh, hell no," he says, already moving.
I smirk, pulse still pounding from the way her body fit mine. "She has no idea what she just started."
But I do. And I'm going after her.
We'regoing after her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Sage
The cold bites at my bare feet as I run, but I hardly feel it. Not with the way my body's still burning.
Every step I take, I feel him. Asher. The stretch he left behind. That aching fullness now turned into a hollow pulse, begging to be filled again. And the worst part—or the best part—is that I know they're coming. Both of them. One strategic, controlled, and inevitable. The other fast, reckless, and unrelenting.
The thrill hums in my blood like static.
